#OnRepeat – Writing 101 – Where do I write?

There is only one place to write and that is alone at a typewriter. The writer who has to go into the streets is a writer who does not know the streets. . . . when you leave your typewriter you leave your machine gun and the rats come pouring through.

— Charles Bukowski, Notes of a Dirty Old Man

Where do you write? Do you prefer blogging on your laptop in a coffee shop? Are you productive in a quiet room, door closed, away from civilization? Today, describe the space where you write. Or, if you don’t have a dedicated place, what is your ideal setting? Consider these questions to shape your post:

  • What are your writing habits?
  • What equipment or supplies do you use to write?
  • What do you need and want in a physical space?

Well for the sake of full disclosure I am sat at my desk at work writing this in a word document that I will then send to myself and copy and paste into WP as the cycber security at work prevents me from doing that.

Usually I type before after work depending on how my day is going. I live in a “Modern Studio” so at the moment my computer desk is in fact my kitchen table. I have an actual computer desk but I got tired of moving my computer chair backwards and forwards so I now have a gaming keyboard with a super long cable that I thread from the computer over the kitchen table so I can eat, watch TV and type at the same time!

I also type on my tablet, sometimes on the train sometimes in a cafe at the weekends.  At this point I’m beginning to wonder if my intermittent writing output has something to do with my itinerant writing habits.

As much as I am still trying to ground and develop my writing I’m also trying to ground my schedule and my environment.

Order out of chaos.

My ideal location would be a study of my own. Scratch that – a library of my own. A dedicated space. With a view of a garden. A really confortable chair. Climate conrolled – cool in summer and warm in winter. Bright all the time.

One day.

When I don’t wake up and spend five minutes holding onto the bed like Buster Keaton hanging off the side of a building.

When I don’t worry about the details because the details are covered. Always covered.

When there’s a soulmate standing besides me, and I’m standing besides here and she gets me and she digs me and she doesn’t make me guess because she gets me and understands my mind is here and there and just because half my head is somewhere else she never has to worry about my heart because its not going anywhere.

When I’ve got sure of what I do and how I do it I don’t question it or question myself or let others make me question myself.

#WriteorDie, Smiley.

Don’t be a stranger.
If you are a stranger try not be any stranger than you already are…